Yes, I Love my Coffee
For almost four years I've been searching for the best cup of coffee in Knox County. Finally, after almost giving up entirely, I discovered Sips.
Thank you Coach Gomez!

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For almost four years I've been searching for the best cup of coffee in Knox County. Finally, after almost giving up entirely, I discovered Sips.
Thank you Coach Gomez!

(Photo courtesy of Google Images)
I was never too afraid of the dark, but living on one of the most haunted campuses in the country has given me a new respect for things that go bump in the night. So when the power cut out Friday evening, plunging my Old Kenyon single into black silence, I fumbled for my headlamp and headed to my friends' apartment as quickly as I could without actually running.
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“Busola, I pray that you will be dropped in a bowl of honey from which no one can ever rescue you.”– A literal translation of an Arabic blessing of perpetual happiness, courtesy of my friend Qossay Alsattari.
I have often taken to the roads the last few years, attempting to lose myself in the winding and intriguing paths through Knox Country. While the purpose for my wasteful use of gasoline may be to clear my mind from certain stresses, it has led me to see the beauty of this sometimes unappreciated land. But these forages into the "real world" are but temporary respites from the sometimes seemingly stagnant college lifestyle.
And yet, when I think about it, perhaps there is not as much stagnancy as I imagine...
